i'm bushed.
my feet are honestly dead.
after standing hours for church easter production.
our choir in black.
but i'd do it all over again.
maybe consider it long-term.


nothing beats seeing the work of salvation.
watching people undergo divine healing.
and hearing them testify to His love and grace.
nothing in this world inspires more than that.
not the typical feeling you can describe.


i'm my own witness.
i'm my own testimony.
not by chance but by design.
proven just, one by one.
its time for faith to be put into action.


i'd love a guy.
who can croon me a tune.
get the hint.


help this Shepherd be a Lamb
that must be slain
to bring life
once again.

perfection at 10:49 PM